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We got out of the car and Sam nudged me and whispered to me, "You two are perfect for each other." He smiled at me and I blushed.

We walked in and some guy in his mid 50's was standing there. He looked really mad. The boys stopped in their tracks and, it almost seemed like they stood in front of me, just enough for the guy not to see me.

"Where have you idjits been? Its been almost 35 minutes since school was let out," He paused and looked past the boys to me. I tried not to look into his eyes. He kinda scared me. "And who is that?" he asked motioning toward me.

"This is Ryleigh," Dean answered, pushing me between the two of them, "and we left the school and went to the junk yard to get a new engine fan and fixed it because Ryleigh said that one of the blades was bent. And what do you know, she was right. Apparently, she knows a little about cars." he finished while looking at me. I blushed, again. 

The older man looked at me for a minute and then said "I am going to have to ask you to leave." He was obviously talking to me. I opened my to say something when Dean said "She isn't leaving." I stood there a little shocked but didn't say anything. The man looked a little shocked, but quickly replaced the look with anger and yelled, "I am taking her home and when I get back, you are going to have to deal with me." The man started toward me but Dean grabbed my wrist and pulled me out to the Impala. He quickly started it and drove me to my house.

"Who was that?" I asked after about five minutes. He didn't look at me when he replied, "My uncle Bobby. He is an angry drunk." I looked at him and could tell that he was mad, but I decided not to push it. His phone started to ring. He looked at it then ignored the call. The ride was silent. Not even the music dared to play. 

 We drove all the way across town to my house to see that Gavin's car was behind my moms. I don't think anything of it until I started to get out of the car. Dean put a hand on my shoulder and looked at me. "What?" I asked, curious as to why he looked so worried all of the sudden. He looked at me and then to the door. When looked at my front door, there was blood on it and it was open just enough for someone to slip inside. My heart dropped to my stomach and I froze for a minute. 


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